Blossom and Burn

Chapter 39: Ruined hearts

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The past few weeks haven't been very easy for me. Everything that transpired had taken a toll on me and the only good thing about all of this was Irisha being with me.

It's been a month since we came back and although alot has happened, we have been going good. Well, most of it.

I have been trying my very best to find out the truth behind the letter probably why I and Irisha couldn't find some time together because I am always busy.

And even if that did upset her, she didn't say anything to me. Everyday I go back to our room with my tie undone, hairs out of their place and feeling exhausted from the day, She is there waiting for me.

She waits for me, not eating her dinner with the others just so she could make sure that I don't sleep an empty stomach.

The first day I got late, I had lied to her that I had eaten and she had slept without eating anything. Sia bhabhi told me that she kept waiting for me and hadn't eated.

The following days when I found her waiting, I told her not to but she didn't listen so I agreed to her demand and tried to be a little early.

Guilt gnawed at me but despite my pleas for her to desist, she didn't. Her unnerving dedication both a comfort and a burden.

I am gone before the breakfast is served in the table but Irisha made sure I had my breakfast delivered to the office. Badi ma tried to talk to me, everyone else as well but I assured them that everything was fine and I was just a little busy at the moment.

To cut myself more off from them, I had asked Bade papa if I could work from the other office, my excuse being Aavyansh bhaiya, a little caught up with Sia bhabhi's pregnancy was getting too much exhausted with the workload and he should take care of himself.

I could have shifted back to the penthouse but that would have hurt them more and then Irisha didn't like being there all alone and on top of all that Sia bhabhi is pregnant too. I can't have her be upset because of me.

I know Irisha deserves better, the worry Badi ma's eyes that I am going through something haunts me as well but I just couldn't join the others at the dinner table no matter how hard I try to understand them. I can't.

If I face them altogether I will end up blabbering about the letter and hurting them in the process. I am hurt too but I understand why they hid the truth from me. It's not their fault but will that change anything at all?

Even if everything on the letter was a truth, all they did was follow her mother's word.

And that's where they were wrong. They hid the truth from him, to save his father's image in front of them but what good did it do?

It's not like his father came back. And on top of all that his mother left them too.

I didn't want to believe the letter at all. It meant opening up the old wounds once again and facing them and that was the last thing I wanted to do.

It doesn't changes much things if it's the truth because my reality is that my mother had abandoned me. Besides she met Mr. Khanna before Dad's death. So that has to mean something?

I haven't found much but the handwriting is my Dad's, however maybe just as the letter says that Mrs. Khanna actually took the blame of Dad's mistake, maybe it was him doing that infact.

Maybe the letter was itself a lie meant to erase the harted in my heart for my mother? I didn't find out the sender but I reached conclusion that it's someone from the Khanna household. And Mrs. Khanna knew about the letter.